Drifting from your righteousness

When drifting from your righteousness

I seek within me,

The very sense of what is to be upheld

and what to leave behind.

Moronic and insane believes,

I shrug off all.

Layer by layer, peel-off what is dead.

I start to admire what is beneath

wrapped, which no one relates to, 

it was left behind in the process of growing up.

Simple and straight, no veil

real and true faces, faces forgotten,

even the mirror fails to recall,

I constantly keep drifting from your righteousness

To stay connected with these true faces.

I wonder!

It's hard to get
everything you desire..
it's even harder to understand
people around you..
life and relations
both are complicated…

Quest is to stay happy..
whatsoever may come..
life will deliver you happiness
only if you give it happiness...

Let's talk straight....

Let's talk straight.
with no frills,
no masks, no veil
just truth, no lies

I have stopped identifying,
with your carmel coated words.
Cause that's not you,
you do not mean a single word.

Stop being politically correct,
stop playing this game.
I can take it, what may come,
but bearing this is shame.

We were not like this,
nor on any terms we got along.
If it's time to part, tell me?
Don't say it will go on...

Let's just talk straight....

Debt

born, raised, brought up,
supper, attire, tastes,
pennies, love, care
indebted, debtor, creditor

those smiles,
or rebukes’,
sitting with me,
or walk for miles
awake till late with me,
working late for me
my favorite dish,
that temple kiss
Me in head even away,
Ringing me every day
Trust on me, care for me,
Belief , “yes you can be”
I can never pay,
Can I ever pay?

My rival or best pal,
Share your crayons with me,
Taking blames for me,
Hiding my bad deeds,
Fighting for me indeed,
Feed me like mother,
Care like father,
Support as pillar,
Guide me, lead
Tread the path I may walk,
Plucking away all the thorns
Sweet milk chocolate,
sharing your sweets
doing my homework,
working on my project,
I can never pay,
Can I ever pay?

Playing the first game,
Saying I am prettiest dame,
Stealing pickles for me,
Reserving my place
My hope in a surprise test,
You were the best
Praying when I am ill,
Paying my little bill
My proxy in class,
Sipping from same glass,
Still remembering when we are away,
Parted apart,
but connected by heart

Wild grass growing

Wild grass growing
Wild thoughts,
running in mind.
What’s after death, am I ever going to find

Rosy pictures are some
&
some are full of sorrows
"Is this all god has given?"
Enquired I to sparrows

Sky full of clouds
a misty morning
every face is hidden
why so, I am always wondering.

Wild grass grows
eating the beautiful tulips
Sadness grows in me
Taking away the smile of my lips.

Save the tulips
Save me.
O lord save the beauty of life
For all,
to see.

I am Delhite

I am scared, I am coward,
But will boast of my strength,
I am Delhite

I am stupid, I am ill read,
But I will boast of knowledge,
I am Delhite

I am selfish, can starve my servant to death,
But I will boast of charity,
I am Delhite

My house is clean, I drink packaged water,
But make the river sewer, & boast of clean city
I am Delhite

I hate the traffic; I hate everything about my city,
But I boast the slogan ‘I love Delhi’,
I am Delhite

I can see a rape in front of my eyes,
Can see a brutal murder but won't make a whisper,
But I boast of my living conscious,
I am Delhite.

Police is Goon and Politicians Corrupt,
& I boast of Democracy and Rights,
I am Delhite.